Tracy Reiner Nude Novels & Stories

She smiled at the thought of how much cum and from how many men she had in and on her body since this afternoon. 'You were a naughty girl today, Tracy.' She thought. She took her time in the hot shower, pampered herself with a lavender body oil, put on a baggy T-shirt and got into bed with her laptop and phone. Jim nearly sprinted to the den to check the quality of video that recorded Tracy in her new outfits. He opened up the recorded file and played the video. There were dozens of excellent close ups of Tracy that captured her entire body. One was perfect. It showed her enormous tits under the nearly see-through fabric of her white shirt. It also showed her head turned away from the camera

The door opened and Tracy came in with several drinks, and passed them out, then sat down in a chair that she pulled over to Bill's side of the desk. "Jessie," Tracy said. "You're obviously an attractive young woman, so you've had people stare at you before. Are you comfortable with people looking at your feminine attributes?" Stifling a laugh, she nodded. "I totally am. I'm actually a big exhibitionist, so I'm totally okay going nude when I'm around folks," she said. "But I don't mean to say that I'm going to be doing that here at work!" she added quickly.

“Aren’t you the girl from those nudes? The one who went viral? Cohen’s girl?” My entire body went rigid. Heat rose to my cheeks, and shame clawed its way up my throat. “Jennie!” Tracy snapped, stepping in front of me. “Enough.” Jennie laughed, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh my God, it is you. Wow. Tracy, this is who you’re hanging out with now? A scandal waiting to happen?” She turned her phone screen toward me. My pictures. My humiliation. "I didn’t think it was real, but here she is. Live in the flesh.”

Cutting me off Chris pointed at the computer. "See the thing is Matt, you're watching these videos and all the little barely legal's on here are acting like sluts because, well they are, but they're also making big bucks. Tracy's a normal girl who's only gotten one dick in her life, and doesn't have a clue." Chris looked over at the computer where the video had ended. Leaning over he gave my chair a push, causing me to roll a couple of feet to the right. "Here let me get in there."

I give him a sweet smile, then proceeded to my dressing room to get changed. My undergarments soaked. "Tracy , Tracy Scott's ." He hissed slightly, grabbing my clothes to cover myself since the shoot ended in just my bra and panties, his eyes flickered to their openings. I narrowed my gaze and glared hard at him. "Oh darling, it's not like I haven't seen it before." He stated cocky, I didn't bulge in covering my halfnakedness. Then, he started to move forward, Iretreated in the opposite direction."attached. So, why are you acting like there's something more?"His fingertip made contact with my cheeks making i shudder. Cancel that, I shook beneath his touch like someone who had just been poure

Tracy was in a similar state, breathing heavy and spent too, but she was too pissed off to care. She hopped right off his dick, scrambled away from him and barked, "Get the fuck out!" The room still reeked of sex when Tracy shoved Dean out the door, cum still leaking down her inner thighs. She stood in the doorway, trembling, naked except for the shredded scraps of tank top clinging to her shoulders like battle flags. “Get the fuck out,” she hissed again, her voice raw. “Now.”

Her hot tub was on the second story deck. It was up high, in a house on a hill, so even though it was in the open air, there was plenty of privacy. She walked me to the hot tub and said I could get in while she grabbed some beers. I striped down, and jumped in and waited. After what seemed like forever, she appears with a bottle of beer in each hand, and as naked as one could possibly be. Tracy wasn't as fit as Clara. She had the body of a 43-year-old mom, who had a job, but worked as much as she was able. She wore it well.

She would not have tolerated this kind of treatment on set if it were not for the fact that she still needed this movie to become famous. "Tsk! I should've been more ruthless in making sure that woman doesn't wake up!" Nonetheless, she smiled when she looked at her beautiful face—even without makeup—in the mirror. "All those plastic surgeries I did were so worth it!" Just as she was admiring herself in the mirror, the door to the dressing room creaked open. In walked a tall man wearing nothing but swim trunks. Tracy's expression darkened as she reprimanded, "What are you doing in my dressing room? Close the door now! Do you want somebody to see you?"

That’s it… let go… feel every shiver… I let out a small moan, timid at first, then louder, each breath betraying my surrender. Lucas smiles, a mix of amusement, cynicism, and pride, pulling me even closer against him, tightening our embrace. — Again… he whispers, encouraging every reaction. Every breath, every moan… I want to hear it all. TANIA (thought) I’ve never been like this… no one has ever awakened these sensations in me… and yet I feel safe, even lost in this intensity.

I’d gagged quietly around him, tears pricking my eyes, pussy dripping down my thighs as he fisted my hair and used my throat like his personal toy. “And you should come looking extra good,” Gina went on, excitement bubbling. “It’s casual but sexy, if you know what I mean. Mr. Reynolds will be there in swim trunks, probably. God, I can’t even picture it without blushing. Wear something that shows off that body of yours—you’ve got nothing to hide.” My breath hitched. The thought of Troy in swim trunks, water sliding down those broad shoulders and carved abs, made my pussy clench hard around my fingers.